wow i would absolutely l-o-v-e to tell you that fairy tales do come true and they can happen to you....but --- it is what it is----- and it "taint necessarily so". yes this is the year 2010. let me give you a flashback in time.
1970'-1975's back then my tiny size 6 feet hit the floor as an unpaid volunteer in a nursing home. i learned how to do the job while on the job. i worked with the children's wing the most. our facility had children from babies to teenagers with severe retardation, hydrocephalic babies, blind deaf mute kids locked in their own little worlds, and children who were only dyslexic or epileptic but were labeled "retarded." the children stayed on one side and across the nurse's station were two wings with the elderly and geriatric patients.
1975 -1980s nursing assistants were literally the lowest position there was, we did not get a salary but were allowed free meals and our uniforms on the days we worked. we were not allowed to address any doctor period and none of them even acknowledged our presence. we were not allowed to talk to "the rn." we could talk to the patient, their family, and if we found something wrong we could report it to our chief nursing assistant who then was allowed to talk to the nurse. the doctor spoke only at one nurse, the "charge nurse" of the entire unit as she worked to balance charts and carry a pen to write the orders he dictated and the cup of coffee he had demanded she have ready for him.
1980-1985-1990s flash forward to the 1980's coming out of nursing school with my pressed white starched uniform
, my white cap with its precious black stripe, invisible wings to save the world, and an invisible wonder-woman belt to keep the evil at bay... and always those spotless white shoes. with my wings and wonder-woman belt and cap i was ready to save the world.
doctor's were demi gods. they threw charts at you; they threw instruments at you, and a few times..they threw pieces of whatever equipment they were holding and felt like it was not working properly.....along with cussing a blue streak that i won't repeat here.. doctors rarely called you by name even when rounding if they knew your name. you didn't dare sit until they had taken what chairs and charts they wanted. then if there was any room and an empty chair you could sit down.
in the 1990s the concept of peer review was borne and low and behold, we could write a doctor up if he was rude and abusive to the nurse. it took several years for any nurses to get that brave and the first few that tried felt ostracized, but it was done and things in that decade started to s-l-o-w-l-y are less abusive and traumatic.
so here we are at 2010. i still thrive and enjoy writing up the few doctors who still think that cussing and banging their fist on the desk is a way to "mark" their territory. ((i think the idea of nurse practitioners and physician assistants have rocked their little kingdoms)) but not a whole lot is done with just one or two write ups.but, if there are too many write ups, tantrums, and acting out the council will demand that the doctor be counseled by the chief of staff and then they will behave for a few months. the hospital will quickly remind you it is the doctors who bring the patients and bring in the revenue.
so, to answer the question..... this is the year 2010.
we may have come a long way baby but we've quite a way to go.
it is still them way up there, the doctors, the ones that bring in the money
and us, way down here, the nurses, who as far as making profit goes, we are the highest cost out in that profit margin....seems things are backwards as it is and then there comes the insanity of customer service.
naw, things are still highly un-equal imho.